“I don’t want a goddamn tortilla-wrapped egg.”
As publishing and its authors struggle to reach the right readers under a mountain of digitally triggered content, a young company in Boston — Trajectory — may be powering up the algorithms of true book “discoverability.”
It’s raining men.
A man bailed out of the driver’s side, and, while running around to the back of his car—presumably to reach the wooded area nearby—vomited.
Boston girls are wicked smaht, passionate, straightforward, and are some of the most amazing girls in America. Some people just don’t get it. Sucks to be them.
I haven’t been able to look at my pussy for days. It’s reminding me of…him. I couldn’t wear mittens when Troy took me to the indoor ice-skating rink, cuz, well, they remind me of what he did to me.
Feel free to run, walk, or even take the MBTA on your adventures, as the locations are listed by their positions on the public transport line.
Here I was, wanting to have sex, and the guy I wanted to have sex with was denying me what I wanted.
Men rape and do wars and shit and make all the bad things in the world happen, they have never contributed to anything in history.
This is an open letter for all my favorite New Yorkers. Come to Boston.